I could not believe the sheer, blinding stupidity of my human. Tristan. My so-called other half.He knew. He knew what our mate had endured. He knew she was only hiding in that sanctuary because she believed she could help our sister and the twins. That was Isla’s haven, her only rule: stay quiet, s
Where are you?Coming now, my Alpha.I turned back to him. “Your Majesty—”“Tristan,” he interrupted gently.“Tristan,” I corrected, nodding. “You’ve come for news of your sister, Isla.”“Yes,” he answered. There was fear in his voice, thick and raw. “Was she brought here? Are she and her pups safe?
I waited in my office with Katia, Mark, Talon, Lorn, and Selene. The air felt thick, tense with the weight of the truth we were about to deliver. I sat behind my desk, absently tracing the grain of the polished mahogany as if I could find comfort in something so solid. But comfort was far from us no
“Not funny,” I growled at Onyx, the humor in his voice grating like claws on stone. My eyes never stopped moving, scanning the wolves trailing behind me, watching their slow, slack-jawed movements. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something, was using them. Maybe this was some twisted s
My black paws pounded against the earth, kicking up moss and broken twigs as I wove through the dense undergrowth of yet another unfamiliar forest. Shadows clung to every tree like mourners, their limbs twisted and charred from fires. The rot, ash, and blood stench lingered as a pungent reminder of
Apologies tumbled from Nathan and Lorn’s mouths, but I barely heard them. My attention had already drifted toward the private room where Agnes lay. I reached out across our link, a gentle nudge of comfort, to ensure she was still resting peacefully.She was. Her dreams were soft, muted by exhaustion